Lyrics:

Well, you think you're sitting prettyBut you're sitting on a powder keg.Well, you think you're standing steadyBut yo
u're weak as a matchstick leg.Well, there's a rumble in the city,There's a call out for your head.Now isn't it a pityYour f
uture's just a lump of lead.But now you're running scared, you've got no place to run;You're caught between the law and the
Big Guns.Well, it's a long way from the pool halls,Through the rackets and the petty crime.Well, you thought you were a tou
gh oneBut you've bitten off too much this time.You've stepped on the wrong toes,Now look who you've upset.You walked on the
wrong toes,You've got your picture on the police gazette.Well, now you're running scared, you've got no place to run;Yor'r
e caught between the law and the Big Guns.Your backis against a wall, you don't like it there at all.Now you!re too proud to
fall, you got no friends you can call.Well, you never felt so gritty,The sweat's pouring down your back.You're like a tige
r in the jungleAnd you can't find your way back.You hadn't played your cards right,You hadn't seen the signs,Well, you trie
d to run the whole game,Now you've come to the end of the line.Well, now you're running scared, you've got no place to run;
Now you're face to face with the Big Guns.